Luyện nghe bài hát Million Dollar Baby

(Chorus)
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say

(Verse 1)
Sick it, six digits, big engines
Get lots of head like six
It just code I live by,
the road I grew up by,
And I see the game an umpire.
Mothafuck one time, and everything
I am the boss, I have a nigga tell you about the
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche
I that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline.
at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch
I'm fly and boyfriend's an ostrich
How you cost bitch?
See I will buy you and then sell you like an auction.
Okay? I am affiliated with DJ
And this Just Blaze has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a bingo on the like Carson Palmer
And them niggas see me with panorama.
(Haha) soft as a can of flowers
You soft as a can of
You with a piranha
The is no illusion
Paper tall as a
I'm paid hoe, I could your life all in a hour
I promise I see the city skyline my shower
I'm like a gun with a bag of gun powder
Pow pow
I'm than Mr. Childs
Fresh from the of the ant pile.
Weezy!

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(Verse 2)
My is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is beautiful but the is ugly
They say feed the hungry, but these is greedy
But I'm gifted, I am simply strategic
It's come to my room, I make her feel it's Egypt
And she out that room feelin' like a paraplegic
My fuck game is my capital
I stuff her ass up like a pair of new
to the subject at hand
Baby I'm a ass young black man
Flow more than finding black sand
And, I just want some like a fucking cat scan
I just want some paper like a fucking can
Life is a maze so how's it hanging
I seem to amaze, as as advance
I'm so far ahead I gotta the last dance.

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(Verse 3)
Get it like panters I enhance,
M.O.B., I'm all about my chips Lance
I be with animals animal tactics,
I swear I'm backed up New York traffic
You dumb fucks, nothing but lunch ducks,
Big hairs, swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I'm it like insurance
I've been on the grind, nigga you're a tourist,
Flowers for the dead, say to the florists
Fuck with me bet I rush it like Borris
Now tryna kick it but I ain't Chuck Norris
I kick it with Lil' Few and he up a forest
Can't be compared, no I'm not a
Can't be banned, I'm sorry Miss
Fuck Williams, the bitch look like a dude
Her body look chewed and her hair glued
But let me get back to my
Eat the up and leave the mic barbecued
Why in 30 would you ever war with I
I'm just gettin' high about the Carter 5
My homies straight, my momma good and my fine
Everyday I pray and thank the great of mine
Weezy baby, lookin' at greatness
Grillz, no braces